My ex is leaving my city today. She just sent out a group invite to meet up one last time at a bar and, while a part of me desperately wants to get closure or pretend like everything is great for a few hours, I’m going to skip it and crack open a book instead.

This isn’t a question. I know I’m doing the right thing by staying in, that this isn’t the right place to vomit my feelings, and that I should sack up and FTOW - and I have been. Hell, 5 years from now I probably won’t care at all. But right now, i feel every bit a weak-willed pussy beta bitch.

Thank you to this and the main sub. I obviously have a long way to go, but instead of gnashing my teeth at why the world doesn’t give me what “I deserve”, I can focus on ways to improve myself and be a better man.